I'm lost, I'm lost.

You cross my mind, a lot. More times than I like to admit; you seem to have taken up permanent residence, making your home in the deepest corners of my mind. And sometimes I get caught up in my head, I’ll lose myself in the colour of your eyes - even in my head I’m helpless - and I have to remind myself to breathe.

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Julia Pollacco, Inhale, Exhale